The highest reward in the universe

Just when you were about to talk nonsense with hundreds of billions of viewers, what kind of feeling did you feel when the real master suddenly appeared in front of your eyes?

Fengzhu can tell you responsibly that it will be embarrassing.

If that rightful lord happens to be someone you can't beat, and you can't afford to offend, then you can already start thinking about a hundred ways to beg for mercy.

It's a pity that the trick of begging for mercy is not suitable for Fengzhu.

Not to mention whether it would be effective to beg for mercy from that hard-hearted god of death, if he really said so today, then the planetary purchase qualification certificate he is about to get will definitely be ruined.

Because he is still the fourth knight of the Eastern King.

At this moment, he represented not only his own face, but also the face of the entire Eastern Region.

So it is absolutely impossible for him to ask for mercy.

It's not okay to pretend to be stupid, and it's not okay to beg for mercy. Is it possible that he really wants to talk nonsense in front of the righteous master?

Even if Fengzhu is so thick-skinned that he is fearless, even if he can say whatever he wants, but this must be done by the god of death.Otherwise, no matter how much he said, it would not be worth the casual negation of Death God.

If I had known earlier, he would not have set up any flags such as "As long as the god of death is still sleeping today, everything else will not be a problem".

The cruel reality of this moment has taught him deeply that setting up flags indiscriminately will not end well.

"I'm only halfway through the story of suing Dead Bird just now, why don't you continue?"

Just as the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became more and more subtle, the voice of the God of Wrath, with a hint of sneer, sounded again.

The audience who were watching the live broadcast subconsciously gasped when they heard this.

At that moment, they really felt that the God of Wrath who dared to speak in such an atmosphere was like a warrior!

"My God... what kind of shocking melon is this..."

Seeing this, a young and beautiful female viewer in the live broadcast room couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

She looked at the god of death at the top of the VIP table, who was shrouded in mist, and then at Feng Candle, who was watched by all the gods. At this moment, she didn't even want to post bullet screens, she just wanted to Know exactly what's going to happen next.

She guarantees with a woman's innate intuition that the relationship between Reaper Yehuang and Fengzhu who just entered the live broadcast room is not simple!

Fengzhu didn't have the heart to pay attention to the pink fantasies in the minds of the audience, he was now cursing the god of anger thousands of times in his heart.

Originally, Feng Zhu had hoped that Ye Huang would not hear the half of what he said just now, but now it's all right, even if Ye Huang really didn't hear it just now, he knows it clearly now.

Isn't he just provoking the simple-minded god of anger a little bit?Seeing that he couldn't say anything, this guy pushed him directly into the fire pit, but he actually succeeded.

Fengzhu ignored the grievances with the angry god for the time being, he glanced at the god of death on the VIP table, only one glance he had foreseen the bleak future of his burning fire.

At that moment, he couldn't help but have the dangerous thought of using the host's authority to kick out all the gods present.

In the end, Fengzhu's external rationality finally overwhelmed his internal arrogance, which prevented him from doing such a shocking and irreversible thing in front of hundreds of billions of viewers.

Forget it, just say it, he is fearless!

Anyway, the gods just regard the name "Suicide Bird" as an ordinary and charming title, and the meaning they understand of Suicide Bird is far from its true meaning.

They only thought that he was announcing death to the world for the god of death, but in fact he announced the death of the god of death from beginning to end.

So he just pretended to be ignorant of the true meaning of the death bird, and then he just talked nonsense according to the meaning understood by the gods.Thinking about it, Ye Huang wouldn't really act recklessly enough to allow his weaknesses to be publicized.

Well, Yehuang shouldn't... right?

Fengzhu barely suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart, he licked his slightly dry thin lips, and then continued what he just said:

"About the title 'Death Bird', before we talk about it, we must first talk about the inherent trial system of the Central Territory."

"Although the central domain is independent of the laws and regulations of the tenth universe, it is not without rules. When a certain god makes a big mistake, the three main gods will issue a judgment."

"At that time, I was a subordinate officer of the God of Death, and most of the judgment orders I sent out symbolized death. Probably because of this reason, I was called the death bird of the God of Death by some gods."

Neither the first-level gods in the VIP seat nor the other gods outside the VIP seat said anything to refute Feng Zhu's words at this moment.

Because that's what they really think.The only thing that is slightly different from Fengzhu's description is at most that they added some more obscure secret delusions to the name of the suicidal bird.

And it's good that they are well aware of these unspeakable cruelty and evil thoughts, and there is no need to let others watch them like a clown.

Fengzhu calmly looked at the gods at the VIP table.

Unlike the gods of death who hate other people's gazes, these first-level gods did not use virtual smoke to cover their faces, and they didn't care whether they were being watched by people from all over the universe.

This is also convenient for Fengzhu to speculate on their inner thoughts through their expressions.

After observing for a few seconds, Fengzhu knew that his statement was indeed accepted by them.However, just when Fengzhu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the God of Reaper who was obviously always reticent in the first place spoke without warning.

— "That's what they thought. You think so too?"

After hearing this, Feng Zhu was so angry that the corners of his eyes turned red.

What am I thinking?The thing I want to do the most right now is to blow your head off and see what's going on in your head!

So, obviously, he helped himself and the god of death to settle the matter of suing the dead bird, why on earth did this guy rush to expose his weakness? !

"Does it matter what I think?"

"……answer me."

Grim Reaper's voice was hoarse and calm, completely devoid of any emotion.

Through the hazy mist, Feng Zhu couldn't see Ye Huang's expression clearly at all.The only thing he could see was the other party's gloomy and dark golden eyes.

But Yehuang's pupils, which should have been unmoved, contained something obscure and unspeakable.

It seems to be forbearing, it seems to be anxious, and it seems that all this is just a fleeting illusion.

No matter what the god of death is thinking at the moment, Feng Zhu can no longer avoid talking about it when he asks such a direct question.He had no choice but to pull out a few reasons at will, while dragging his time to think about the intention of Death God asking this question.

"Maybe it's because I always wear a black robe in the Central Territory, and the totem of the suicidal bird happens to be embroidered on the back of the robe?"

"continue."

What to continue?

The God of Reaper's attitude of neither accepting nor denying made Fengzhu even more headache.But he can't help it, who can't beat the god of death?So he could only continue to argue with the god of death for reasons.

The robe embroidered with the death bird totem was handed to him by the tailor in charge of making the clothes of the god of death, and it can be regarded as the overalls of the temple of the god of death.It's not easy for him to come up with such a reasonable reason to explain the death bird's title?

"Maybe it's because I am a symbol of disaster and death?"

"continue."

"It can't be because I look like a suicidal bird???"

Speaking of this, Fengzhu's mentality is about to collapse.Because he had vaguely guessed the answer Ye Huang really wanted to hear.

"……go on."

No, I won't say it.

Feng Zhu skillfully provoked a smirk.

He no longer answered irrelevant questions or beat around the bush, but looked at Ye Huang indifferently, and asked in a polite and calm tone:

"What exactly do you want to hear? Wouldn't it be better to just tell me?"

As early as when Feng Zhu and Ye Huang had a question and answer, the entire live broadcast room was already unbelievably quiet.On the contrary, the number of people in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room skyrocketed for the fourth time.

When Feng Zhu said the above sentence to Ye Huang, the total number of people watching the live broadcast had exceeded 5000 billion.

Human beings' interest in gods and gossip is evident from this.

But in this atmosphere of ice and fire, the god of death, who always looked cold and sullen, suddenly laughed lowly.

His laughter was hoarse and suppressed, with a hidden evil desire that made the scalp tingle.

"You know what I want to hear."

How could you not know?

Why are you my death bird?Because you are the only death I can't resist.

Ye Huang has lived for tens of thousands of years, but his habit of using force does not mean that he has no brains.In fact, he sees and understands the love, hate and desire of human beings or gods more clearly than anyone else.

Because whether it is human beings or gods, in the end it is nothing but death.

So when Fengzhu proposed to resign without warning a month ago, Yehuang knew that Fengzhu knew the meaning of that poem to him.At that moment, he really had murderous intentions towards Feng Zhu.

He has endured this killing intent long enough.

Every time he met Fengzhu in the past two years, it was almost a self-abuse torture for him.

Ye Huang tried to use pain to suppress the churning desire in his heart day after day, but that was nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst and bring about his own death.

The more restrained the more intolerable, the more forbearing the more crazy.

Yehuang didn't know how ordinary people would define such emotions.

He only knows that he wants to tear Fengzhu's cold and beautiful face, he wants to cut Fengzhu's pale and fragile throat, he wants to cut Fengzhu's warm heart, and use his flesh and blood and soul to restrain himself An insatiable thirst.

He really endured it for too long.

He endured until his bone marrow was aching.

Yehuang has never had the inherent moral bottom line of human beings, let alone any compassion for others.

But in the face of Fengzhu, he just endured it again and again for no reason.

Every time he just had the intention to kill, he would always indulge the killing intention until the next time because of some inexplicable emotions.

Even the time Feng Zhu resigned to him was no exception.

That time was when Ye Huang's killing intent was at its peak.

He doesn't care about any Achilles' heel, or any doomed death.He just couldn't tolerate Fengzhu leaving the central region on his own when he endured such a difficult situation, and then died in a corner he didn't know many years later.

At the moment when Feng Zhu was about to tell him the reason for his resignation, Ye Huang's mind flashed countless murderous tricks.

He was even thinking about what Feng Zhu's face would look like after it was stained with blood and tears.

However, Feng Zhu didn't say anything.

He just stared at him calmly with eyes that looked cold but were extremely arrogant, but Ye Huang seemed to have been removed from all joints, and could no longer hurt him at all.

It's ridiculous.

He did want to tear him apart, to split him, to dissect him.

But he also wanted to hug him, kiss him, possess him.

It's ridiculous.

In the live broadcast room, Ye Huang's hoarse laughter became lower and lower, but it became more and more terrifying.

After a long time, he stopped the sudden laughter, and then said in a low and muddy voice:

"What I want to hear is simple, you just tell the truth."

"Come on, tell everyone in this universe right here."

"You are my rib, my sacrifice, my death bird."

"—You, are the death that I cannot resist."